Alter Egos - I Am Done Watching This
Thursday, April 26, 2007
When he took over as president of the Motion Picture Association of America, Valenti was caught between Hollywood's outdated system of self-censorship and the liberal cultural explosion taking place in America. He abolished the industry's restrictive Hays code, which prohibited explicit violence and frank treatment of sex, and in 1968, oversaw the creation of today's letter-based ratings system.
"While I believe that every director, studio has the right to make the movies they want to make, everybody else has a right not to watch it," Valenti told the Associated Press shortly before his retirement in 2004. "All we do is give advance cautionary warnings and say this is what we think is in this movie."
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
It was a moment of distraction, and then it struck. Those mosquitoes have this magic fine tuned too.
So did you spot when he parted the elastic bands?
I can show you my bite, or is it just an illusion?
Hudson is still not talking to me. Still miffed about not being allowed go to Ireland.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Strange as it might sound, Dead Beat has been at a loss for words recently. Something about his trip home stalled him in his tracks. The fact the ice is gone and the geese are back might have something to do with it too.
In the meantime he whiles his time away reading magic books. What else are writers if not illusionists? How else can we expect to improve our craft?
Move over Uri Geller Dead Beat's hitting town.
Monday, April 16, 2007
In the past half-hour—since a cattle truck
of a bottle of Redbreast. Had Hawthorne been a Gael,
This must be the same truck whose taillights burn
(a diminutive form of the Gaelic bóthar, “a road,”
“boreen” has entered English “through the air”
That smoker’s cough again: it triggers off from drumlin
and steady themselves and straight away divine
cow-coterie, by the way, whey-faced, with Spode
scoring a bull’s-eye and, lo, it happens;
buried under threshold and hearth.
of Christ (so carry their calves a full nine
that’s tramped these cwms and corries
some oscaraboscarabinary bevy
Oscaraboscarabinary: a twin, entwined, a tree, a Tuareg;
Enough of Colette and Céline, Céline and Paul Celan:
Now let us talk of slaughter and the slain,
The Beat has been to Ireland. He has met with many great literary figures. He has been honoured, chastised. He has wiped S. Heaney's shoes. P. Muldoon's nose. He peed in the same cistern as Brendan Behan. He ate Flann O' Brien's ham sandwich. He wrote and rewrote the same Yeat's poem over and over again.
He bought a shamrock button. He stole a U2 poster.
He is as Irish as Irish can be!!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Michael Crichton: 'He writes about the most excruciatingly painful things. His novels have attacked our deepest fears of automation and the bomb, our deepest political guilts, our fiercest hatreds and loves. Nobody else writes books on these subjects; they are inaccessible to normal novelistic approaches.'
John Irving: 'He is our strongest writer, the most stubbornly imaginative. He is not anybody else, or even a version of anybody else, and he is a writer with a cause.'
Tom Wolfe: 'As a writer, I guess he's the closest thing we had to a Voltaire. He could be extremely funny, but there was a vein of iron always underneath it, which made him quite remarkable.'
Jay McInerney: 'He is a satirist with a heart, a moralist with a whoopee cushion.'
Gore Vidal: 'He was imaginative; our generation of writers didn't go in for imagination very much. Literary realism was the general style. Those of us who came out of the war in the 1940s made it sort of the official American prose, and it was often a bit on the dull side. Kurt was never dull.'